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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
The Saints,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.