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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
AZ,
Cymande,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.