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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Smog,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.