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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.