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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.