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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.