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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.