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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.