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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.