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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the dance 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.