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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.