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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.