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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.