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 France and from Paris.
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 Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.