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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
EPMD,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.