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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.