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 Burkina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
The Evens,
10cc,
DNA,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.