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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.