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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.