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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
10cc,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.