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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Crime,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Index,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.