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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.