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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.