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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.