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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.