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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.