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 South Sudan 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.