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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.