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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Pylon,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.