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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.