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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.