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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
PIL,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Index,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.