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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 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 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.