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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.