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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.