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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.