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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
World's Most,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.