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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.