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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt 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?
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Skriet,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.