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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.