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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Little Man,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.