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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Hashim,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.