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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.