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 Guyana 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Magma,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.