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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Amazonics 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.