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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.