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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.