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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.