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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.