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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.