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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.