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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.