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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.