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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.