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 South Africa and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.