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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Move,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.