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 Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.