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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.