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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.