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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
New Order,
Brick,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.