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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.