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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.