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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.