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 Malta and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.