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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.