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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.