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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.