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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
The Human League,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.