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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.