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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Sonics to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.