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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.