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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.