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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.