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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.