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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.