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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.