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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Mantronix to the disco 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Nas,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.