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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.