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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.