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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.