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 Liechtenstein 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.