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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Audionom,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.