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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Smog,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.