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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.