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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.