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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.