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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.