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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.