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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Slits to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
The Standells,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
The Busters,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.