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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Index,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.