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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.