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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.