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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.