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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.