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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 Taipei and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.