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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 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 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.