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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.