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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.