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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
CMW,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.