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 Colombia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.