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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.