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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.