Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.