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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Magazine 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.