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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.