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 Kenya 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Angry Samoans 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Fear,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.