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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Technova,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.