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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Fear,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.