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 China and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.