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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.