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 Afghanistan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Liliput,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.