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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.