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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.