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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Qualms,
Main Source,
PIL,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.