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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.