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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.