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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.