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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.