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 Ireland and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.