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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.