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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.