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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.