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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Gong,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.