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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.