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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.