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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.