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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.