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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.