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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.