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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Inner City,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.