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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.