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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Technova to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.