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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.