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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.