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 New Zealand 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.