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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.