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 Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.