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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
cv313,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.