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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.