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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.