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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.