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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.