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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.