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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.