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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Matthew Halsall 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
JFA,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.