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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.