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 Brunei 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.