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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.