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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.