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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.