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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.