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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.