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 Italy 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.