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 Andorra 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.