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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.