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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 organ 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.