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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Index,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.