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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Neu!,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.