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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Television,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.