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 Norway and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
June Days,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.