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 Seychelles 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.