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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.