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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.