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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.