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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.