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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.