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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Fear,
ABC,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.