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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
The Victims,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.