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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.