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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.