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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.