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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.