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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.