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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.