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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Can,
Ludus,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.