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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.