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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Slave,
UT,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.