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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Shoche,
cv313,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.