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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
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.