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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
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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.