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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.