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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.