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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.