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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.