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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.