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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.