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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.