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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
X-102,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.