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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.