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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.