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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.