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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.