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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.