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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.