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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.