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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Little Man,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.