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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.