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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.