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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.