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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.