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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.