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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Nas,
Fear,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
MC5,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.