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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Slits to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.