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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.