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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.