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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Visage,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.