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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.