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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.