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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.