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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Outsiders,
Smog,
New Order,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Index,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.