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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.