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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.