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 Malta 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Cowsills to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.