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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald 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?
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Crime,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
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.