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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.