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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.