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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
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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.