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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.