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 Benin 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.