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 Guyana and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.