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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
X-102,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.