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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.