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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Interpol 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.