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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.