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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.