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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.