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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pylon to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.