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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 snare 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.