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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.