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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Smog,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.