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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.