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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
MC5,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.