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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 clarinet 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Skaos,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
cv313,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.