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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.