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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Cure to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.