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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.