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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.