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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.