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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Mars,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.