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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.