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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.