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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.