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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.