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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.