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 Denmark 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.