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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.