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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.