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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.