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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.