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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.