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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Fear,
Lalann,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
MDC,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.