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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 Pole to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.