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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.