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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.