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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.