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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.