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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.