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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
MDC,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.