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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.