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 Singapore 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.