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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.