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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.