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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.