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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.