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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.