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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
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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.