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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Wings 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.