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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.