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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most 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?
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.