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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.