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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Audionom,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.