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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.