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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.