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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.