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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.