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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne 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?
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.