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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.