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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.