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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.