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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 cv313 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.