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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.