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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.