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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Almond to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.