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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.