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 India and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Japan,
EPMD,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.