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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Can,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.