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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.