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 India and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.