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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.