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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Smog,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.