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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Faust,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.