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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.