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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Niagra,
The Names,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.