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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.