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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.