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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
DNA,
X-102,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.