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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.