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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.