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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bronski Beat 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.