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 Libya and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.