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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Make Up,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.