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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gap Band to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
X-101,
MDC,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.