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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.