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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.