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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Visage,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.