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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.