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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.