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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.