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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Visage,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Kayak,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.