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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
X-101,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.