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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.