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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.