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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.