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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.