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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.