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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.