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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead C to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.