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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.