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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.