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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Ossler,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.