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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Aswad,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.