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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Urselle,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.