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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.