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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.