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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Wings,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.