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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Flag to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.