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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.