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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.