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 Australia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.