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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.