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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.