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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.