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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Nico,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Pylon,
New Order,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
AZ,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.