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 Jordan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.