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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
ABC,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.