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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
New Order,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.