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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.