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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.