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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.