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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.