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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.