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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.