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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.