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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Move to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.