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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.