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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.