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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.