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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.