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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.