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 Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.