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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.