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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.