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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.