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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.