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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.