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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Pole,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.