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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.