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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.