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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.