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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.