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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Faust,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.