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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.