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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.