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 Armenia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell 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 techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Smog,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.