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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.