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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Associates to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
UT,
The Vogues,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.