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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Can,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.