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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.