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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Motorama,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.