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 India and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Hoover,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.