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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.