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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.