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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Fear,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.