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 Qatar and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.