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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.