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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Music Machine to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
The Index,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.