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 Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Neu!,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.