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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.