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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.