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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.