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 Burundi and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Aswad,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.