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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.