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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
UT,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.