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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.