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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.