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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Can,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.