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 Switzerland 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Inner City to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.