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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.