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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.