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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.