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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Index,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Nico,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.