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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Y Pants,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.