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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.