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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.