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 Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.