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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.