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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tremeloes to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
UT,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.