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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.