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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.