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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.