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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Bronski Beat 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Monolake,
AZ,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.