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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Can,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.