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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Organ,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.