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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.