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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.