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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.