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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.