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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.