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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.