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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Pole,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
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.