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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.