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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.