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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.