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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.