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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.