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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.