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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.