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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Japan,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.