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 Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.