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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Last Poets 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.