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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Kinks to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
The Names,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.