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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.