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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Can,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.