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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.