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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.