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 Guyana 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.