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 Uruguay 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.