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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.