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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.