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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.