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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Television,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.