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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.