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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.