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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.