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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.