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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.