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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
The Names,
Chrome,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.