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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.