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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.