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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.