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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.