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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.