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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.