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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.