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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.