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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
The Fall,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.