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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
ABC,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.