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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Derrick May,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.