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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
10cc,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.