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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Index,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.