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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ronan to the disco 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.