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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.