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 Cambodia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.