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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
UT,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.