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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.