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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
MDC,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.