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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.