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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.