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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.