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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.