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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.