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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.