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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.