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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.