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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
The Names,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.