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 Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.