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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.