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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.