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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.