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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.