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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Skriet,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.