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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.