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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.