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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
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.