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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Five Americans 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.