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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Skriet,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.