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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.