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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s 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 Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Organ,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.