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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.