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 Afghanistan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
MC5,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Can,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.