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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.