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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.