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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
PIL,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.