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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.