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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.