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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.