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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.