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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Franke,
The Cure,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.