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 Nicaragua 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.