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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Television,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.