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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II 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?
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.