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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.