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 Cape Verde 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.