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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.