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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.