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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
cv313,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.