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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the grunge 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
The Index,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.