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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.