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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.