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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.