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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.