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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.