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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.