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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.