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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.