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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.