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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.