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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.