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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.