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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.