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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.