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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.